Semua Bab Mommy, Daddy Doesn't Want Us Back?: Bab 1 - Bab 7

(THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTIONAL. ANY CHARACTERS OR SITUATION SOUNDING SIMILAR IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. I DID NOT FIND THE CURE FOR AIDS.)Elaine's POV My son Jean was in critical condition. I've been dialling his father and my mate for two hours. He was busy taking care of the pack. I was with Jean as he breathed ruggedly. He was diagnosed with AIDS seven months ago. A simple flu was going to kill him. I couldn't look at the time on my phone because of how blurry my eyes became. But there was a message from my mate's mobile. [Have fun caring for the sick, weak child you birthed, Elaine! XoXo] I knew who it was. It was the human who gave my child the deadly disease. It was unfair. Humans discovered a cure for this fatal disease, but the same principles, when used on us werewolves, worsened the effect. There was a time when Logan Fenris, my mate, would leave everything to attend to my needs. When I was pregnant with Jean and until when Jean turned three. Logan's at

Couldn't I even be consulted for an opinion? My son is dying in a human hospital because my pack refused treatment. I was recovering from a traumatic, forced miscarriage. And this is how they want me to act. Become the pack's newbie healer. How selfish can everyone be? What's worse? The ploy is collective - against me. I shed a tear from each eye before nodding and leaving the room. No one could have stopped me. I would have raged on them. I called myself down and dialled the front office of the human hospital. They seemed to be busy. It was around Christmas time for humans. "Please...someone," I begged the Moon Goddess. On the seventh dial, the telephone was answered by a male voice. "Attending doctor Rayleigh speaking..." The voice was stern yet silky. I took a shaky breath in before asking. "Where are the receptionists? Or- or an attending nurse for the floor?" I asked. "They've all gone for the festival, Miss. I need you to calm down, okay? I'm an attending doctor

"Dr Rayleigh?" I asked. "Do you think I'm lying?" She questioned back, arms crossed. "Well, he's taking care of my son. Karma?" I said and was about to turn away. But Leah clutched a tuft of my hair in her fist. It hurt my scalp so badly, but I held it in. "You should stop being such a bitch before I tell that dumb Olga about you. And I'll make sure you're not going to that dinner with my man. Nor you're talking to Rayleigh." She said. Her words were a lot to process. Dumb Olga? 'My man'? Rayleigh? What does she even want from me? "How did you know about Logan asking me out for dinner?" I asked, seething in pain as my scalp felt like ripping off. A meek human like her had a lot of strength. "You're not the only one with good ears. Best of luck for that stupid dinner." Saying, she left my hair and strutted away. I wiped the tears of pain from the corners of my eyes. The following evening, Logan dressed up in a nice tuxedo and was waiting for me at the packhouse entrance

It was around dawn. Logan claimed to have stayed awake since the day was dedicated between him and me.The agreement between Leah, Logan and me was something like this:Leah gets him for 4 days of the week and I get Logan for 3. However, she just ruined one day of the week, a precious night, by joining us for the dinner date."Hey, my love! Mother is quite pissed. Where were you?" Logan asked, gently rubbing my hands to pass his warmth. He then changed my sandals to comfortable housewear. I stared at his acts of kindness in disdain. What was he hiding?"It took a while to reach home. You left me stranded." I said flatly."Aw, come on! Don't put it like that! I didn't leave you stranded. Besides, what are these papers? They smell different." Logan's voice was stern towards the end. I jolted the papers out of his grip before he could unfold them."They're nothing. It's for Jean's reports." Logan's smile fell."Why did you go there?" He asked, visibly upset."Because he's my son and I ha